Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Nico,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Q65,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.